Immortal Voices

This thing has developed to the present level in less than ten years. If he is allowed to continue, I am afraid that Xiaoqianjie will suffer.

A little longer, it's even more troublesome.

It's not that this thing can't be beaten, she can easily clean up this thing. The trouble is that the evil created by this play must be counted on her.

Who made her the emperor of Rong Guo now, and the three annihilated families were also closely related to her.

Now she is awakened by Feng Yan and saved Feng Yan's life. She can also check for defects and make up for herself in advance.

It can be said that to a certain extent, the emergence of Feng Yan coincides with its coincidence.

Rong Xian's eyes fell on the filth, with undisguised disgust and disgust: "I don't bother to ask your name, come with me."

She flicked her fingertips slightly, the token suspended in the mid-air flickered slightly, and turned into a strong and huge sacred beast.

The beast's sharp eyes fell on this filth, and opened his mouth and swallowed it.

After swallowing this group of things, I turned my head to look at Rong Xian again, his eyes were much milder.

Its tail flicked back and turned into a token.

After the puppet disappeared, everyone was bright again.

In these years, Feng Yan is no longer the little hunter on the hill.

He embarked on the path of spiritual practice, he knew what the nemesis was in the magical cultivation, and he knew where the sacred place in Xianxiu's heart was.

Now I suddenly see this evil demon prison, the whole person is stunned.

So, did he inadvertently carry the thickest thigh?

It can only be said that with this ability to grasp the key points, he is worthy of becoming Rong Xian's apprentice.

Above the void, Rong Xian's figure slowly faded into mist.

After the mist had completely dissipated, her figure reunited in front of Yun Youfeng and others.

Her figure was not as solid as it was at the beginning, and at this time she looked as empty as a ghost.

Rong Xian ignored her current state. She wiped her palm on the gold medal, and the word 'ling' was distorted, emerged from the token, and hovered in the air.

Rong Xian flicked his sleeves and the word 'ling' rushed towards Feng Yan. When Feng Yan hadn't responded yet, he was already deeply in his soul.

Feng Yan sensed it carefully and didn't feel anything special. He couldn't help but look at Rong Xian curiously.

Rong Xian bent his eyes and smiled, "This is the ban of the magic prison. I will give you the ban as an amulet. With its existence, the magic repair will not easily hurt you, and the fairy repair will give face."

Feng Yan looked grateful: "Thank you Master."

The title of Master is no longer enough to show the strength and honor of the person in front of him.

The person who can direct the magic devil is so simple, all demon repairs should call him: Lord.

Identity is naturally above all others.

Feng Yan still feels a little hesitant in her heart, as if dreaming.

People who have been dead for many years appear in front of him and become his teacher, protecting his safety.

He was faintly amazed that the powerful existence of the deep sleep in the Bronze Pavilion must be the Master.

"Xiaoxian, where is Jingjing?" After the uninvited guest was eliminated, I couldn't help asking.

Rong Xian didn't perfuse him this time, with a sincere expression: "You are a Buddhist, you should know the bliss world where the Buddha is, and Rong Jing is in the sea of ​​bliss."

Without a big change in my face, it was extremely white: "Is Jingjing in a paradise?"

If Jingjing is really in the bliss world, how can his rebellion go.

Once upon a time, Rong Jing incorporated her into the Buddhist scriptures little by little, burning incense heads every day, and acacia.

The sound of I and the Buddha was heavy, and the rosary fell into the ashes.

I can still remember that when the peach blossom just finished blooming Fang Fei, the sound of Muyu accompanied by the fragrance of magnolia flowers went straight into his heart, and his beloved girl could never wait for his response.

He opened her mouth for her, ruined the glazed gold body, broke the empty ring of color, and betrayed the Buddha, but she had no chance to see it.

Later, the memories became obsessed, obsessed with bones, and forgetfulness is difficult to erase.

Finally, there was news of his girl, how could he let go.

West is thousands of miles away, and he is a betrayer.

Can Buddha forgive him?

Will the Buddha accept him?

Is he too late to repent?

Without my eyes scattered, a spit of blood spurted out.

Is he sorry?

No, he didn't regret it, because there was still only his girl in his heart.

Seeing this, Rong Xian raised her hand lightly, and pointed her fingertips at Wumei's brows.

A burst of coolness straightened into the heart and lungs, without me waking up.

He glanced at Rong Xian, and finally revealed a gentle and familiar smile.

That belongs to the former monk of Hanxi Temple who smiled when I saw Rong Jing.

Left protection method, completely disappeared.

Not that the obsession disappeared, but that he and the obsession became one, and he had made up his mind to retrieve his girl.

"No self." Rong Xian called with a sigh.

Wuwu bends his mouth, his eyes are transparent and pure, and he is very similar to Rong Xian.

He said firmly: "I will get her back and bring her in front of you completely. Xiaoxian, will you believe me?"

Rong Xian's expression was reluctant, and his tone was categorical: "I believe." Your evil.

Rong Jing, no, the female Bodhisattva was corroded by the Buddhist scriptures at the first sight. It would be strange if she could return.

More importantly, she has cut off her relationship with the female bodhisattva.

Even if no one really brings people to her, they are just strangers.

Rong Xian sighed in her heart, but still couldn't hold back and said, "That person isn't Rong Jing, she's a Bodhisattva in Elysium."

Being able to become a bodhisattva, even if she has affection in her heart, she has already seen through it, and she has realized everything she used to be.

Her soul has been transformed and has been engraved with the mark of the Buddha. Even if she is reincarnated, she cannot return.

Wuwu was not hit at all. He touched his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a bit of fireworks, as if the flowing clouds of nine days had landed on the dust, and was infected with the dust of the world.

He said firmly: "She will come back, she will come back."

Without me leaving, he went looking for another way to approach his girl.

Although he said yes in front of Rong Xian, he himself knew that his girl's chances of returning were too small, too small.

But he couldn't give up, even if they couldn't continue the frontier, but as long as he could see her, even if she became her shoushan general, became a fish raised in her pond, and became her sitting down lotus platform ...

As long as they can be with her, they will be together someday.

After watching Wuwu leave, Rong Xian's eyes fell on the underground palace, and a pity flashed in his eyes.

All blame her for not being a liar, but in the end she still didn't fool around without self.

The gravekeeper has gone, it is time for a new gravekeeper.

Rong Xian's gaze fell on Feng Yan's body, Feng Yan's back was cold, and he subconsciously took two steps back.